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Harry Potter In "Switched"
By: Steve's Place
Summery:What would have happened if Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter had been switched at the age Harry turned 10 years old? Both keeping their own memories and also each others memories but the Magic remained in the original bodies giving a 10 year old Harry, now living in the 150+ year old Albus body all of Albus Power, Knowledge and Memories as well as his own and Albus gets to live as a 10 year old Harry complete with both sets of memories, but with only the Magic and restrictions of the 10 year old Harry Potter had. How will Albus cope with the Dursley's and what will Harry do with this new situation? Ho, Hum, I can't help but wonder, what is to come?
Chapter 1
The Switch
July 31, 1990 at 12:01am that morning, it happened. Harry Potter lay in his cupboard under the stairs at number Four Privet Drive in Little Whinging Surrey. As Harry lay there, his mind began to fill with knowledge, power and memories. He began to see flashes of a different place, a castle in the mist, a transparent living thing, a ghost he thought, paintings that moved and a golden red bird with really long, red, tail feathers. He found himself flashing back and forth between these two places, a round Headmasters office in a castle in the mist and the cupboard under the stares at number four Privet Drive.
And then he found himself sitting in a soft comfy arm chair behind a large desk in that round room or office. but he knew who he was, he was Harry Potter but he was also someone named Albus Dumbledore and he was a really, really old man/wizard, the Headmaster of a school for Witches and Wizards. If it hadn't been for the memory transfers, he certainly would be most confused. Then he remembered the wish he had made as the clock struck midnight. He had wished the person that put him with the Dursley's was here, instead of him, and it seemed as though that wish had been granted.
As Harry pondered over this amazing situation he said aloud. "So it was this Headmaster that put me with these Dursley's then!" And then he also realized why he had done that. His mind flooded with all the memories and knowledge connected to the prophecy and then another memory emerged. It was the memory of Sirius Black and he realized Sirius was probably innocent and Albus had conveniently overlooked that possible innocence but sent Sirius to prison in order to have complete control over him, Harry Potter.
Harry/Albus was livid with anger, and several objects exploded in the headmasters' office as Harry/Albus threw a temper tantrum the likes of which no one had ever seen or heard before. The language that came from him would make the taste of molten hot Dragon Dung, a tasty treat.
Harry/Albus was red faced with anger when pounding footsteps could be heard running up the stairs to the Headmasters office. Barging in, wands in hand were the deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall followed by Severus Snape looking frantically around for the threat, but found only the Headmaster sitting behind his desk, livid and red faced with anger.
Harry/Albus jumped up at the entrance, wand slipping into his hand in a panic and pointing it right at Snape's head with the word Stupi... perched on his lips, before he caught himself, just in time.
"What is it Professors, what's happening, is something wrong?" Harry/Albus said with innocence on his face.
Meanwhile in Harry/Albus's mind he was trying to catch up on all the memories flooding his brain as he looked at his professors as they motioned around at the major damage to his office.
"Oh that; well, I just came upon some disturbing information and it made me rather angry, for a minute. Not to worry, not to worry." As he waved his wand about the room repairing much of the damage and asked in his usual infuriating tone if they would like a lemon drop.
"What is it, what has made you so angry, Albus?" Asked Minerva with rather ruffled hair and appearance and trying to catch her breath.
"Indeed Albus, what has angered you so?" Came the oily voice of the ever impatient, greasy, immature, Potions Master, next.
"Oh it was just a private matter, nothing for you to worry about, go back to your classes now." Ordered Harry/Albus as he popped a lemon drop in his mouth and reseated himself.
A/N: From the narration point of view, from here on, Harry, in Albus body will be referred to as (Harry/Albus) and Albus, in Harry's body will be referred to as (Albus/Harry)
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